A review by ncrabb
Close My Eyes by Sophie McKenzie

4.0

Those who have endured the loss of a child or who have experienced a still birth walk in places the rest of us can’t comprehend. Geniver Loxley understands that dark desert place all too well. The fictional Geniver was a successful novelist with a happy marriage until the horrific day when her child was pronounced dead at birth. It was a little girl, they told her; she was too anesthetized to have been very alert. It had been a difficult birth, and they whisked the child away before Gen could even glimpse it.

For eight tragic years, Gen clung to her grief. Her writing career had stalled, and her once-happy marriage to successful businessman Art had taken a downward spiral, especially when he suggested that the couple just do more fertility treatments and have a child to replace Beth. Precious Beth! How could anyone replace her. Was it not disloyal to even think of having another child?

As Art and Gen are contemplating another round of fertility treatments, a woman contacts Gen to let her know that her child wasn’t stillborn after all; it had been born and the doctors had taken it away very much alive. Worse still, Art knew it.

Gen makes the frightening journey from disbelief to stunning confirmation that the woman had been right. Why did Art let them take her child? Where was it today? Why won’t he help her find it?

This book is going to feel a bit like a Lifetime movie, so if you don’t enjoy those, you may want to pass on it. I loved it for the twisty creep factor components in it. McKenzie is indeed a master of suspense psychological fiction. You will enter a world in which nothing is as it appears to be. People Gen thought she could trust are entirely unreliable. And the ending? Oh, the ending will have you screaming “Where’s the next book! Where’s the next book!”